"How are you feeling?" Tristan asks as he rubs his cheek with his hand, "Does anything hurt? How are your wounds?"

"I'm okay. I don't think I have any wounds," Ava says as she inspects her hands.

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"You have a few on both hands and your feet and legs," he said as he got out of bed, "let me apply some ointment on your wounds."

"No, no, I can do it myself," she said as she sat up.

"Give me your hand," he said. Her hands were badly scraped, but they were healing nicely, her elbows looked better. He inspected up and down her arms, applying ointment as he went. None of her wounds looked like they would leave a scar.

His ministrations were giving her goosebumps and were making her very aware of how gentle his hands were when he applied the medicine.

"Put your feet up on my lap, there's more on your legs," he commanded and she was too mesmerized to disagree.

He started inspecting her feet, "Tristan stop!" she said.

"Why? Does it hurt? I'm sorry I'll do it softly," he said, but when he looked at Ava, instead of a frown, there was a smile on her face.

"Why are you smiling?" he was confused.

"I'm ticklish," she said.

"Oh really?" Tristan touched the bottom of her feet to tickle her again. And she could stop laughing as she begged him to stop.

"What if I don't want to?" he said as he tickled her waist, she tried to get away from him, but he kept on pulling her closer. She started coughing after laughing so hard, so Tristan had to pull her closer so he could pat her back.

"Shh... it's okay little one. Breathe," he said as he rubbed her back. They ended up in a precarious position, with Ava straddling his lap.

She loved the smell of his cologne or was it his aftershave, that she started rubbing her face on the most sensitive spot between his shoulder and his neck.

He froze when he realized what she was doing. She was probably unconsciously doing it, so he just kept silent. But then her lips touched his neck, he felt an electric current shoot through his body, and his hands automatically tightened his hold on her waist.

"Little one, you should stop that," he said with his teeth clenched.

Yesterday when she rubbed her face in his neck, she had an excuse, she was ill, and he was able to control himself, but today, when she was fully awake and aware of what she was doing, his control might not be as strong.

He was not a saint, he was just another man whose desires had been awakened, and the woman who had ignited his fire was throwing herself at him at the moment.

He was getting aroused having her soft body pressed against him, her legs straddling him, and her soft lips running up and down his neck.

"That's enough!" he pushed her away from him a little, to give them space.

She looked so cute wearing his shirt, on her small frame it looked oversized. She had a dreamy, sleepy look on her face that made him want to kiss her very inviting lips that were on his neck a few moments ago.

He was imagining how she would look wearing just his shirt and nothing else underneath, and he liked that idea very much. One of these days he will make it happen, but today he had to concentrate on keeping his control in check.

Her hair was messy, and she had no make-up on, but he still found her to be beautiful. She was not a model like Sara, who made up her face every day, but she still took care to make herself pretty but just applying minimal foundation like using the Bobbi Brown BB cream and Channel lip balm to moisten her lips.

"Yes, Tristan," she said as she looked lovingly into his eyes.

"What? I didn't ask you a question," he said confused.

"I'm saying yes to your proposal," she blushed as she lowered her eyes.

Tristan could not believe what he just heard. The heavens finally granted his wish, "You are? Please, say it again," he said with the biggest smile on his face as he tilted her face up so she could look at him.

"Yes, I want to be with you," she said as she looked into his eyes.

"Say it again," he demanded.

"Tristan …..," she murmured as she hid her face on his shoulder. His piercing gaze made her tummy do somersaults. He chuckled and hugged her closer. Having her here with him made it the best day of his life already but hearing her say yes was the icing to the cake. He wanted to hear her say it again and again.

"Oh little one, my little one, I'm so happy!" he said proudly.

Ava was getting shyer with every minute that passed, she was enjoying the feel of his hands as he held onto her back, the way his muscular shoulders moved under her hands. And now he called her an endearment.

"What did you call me?" she asked as she broke their hug, running her hands down his arms. She heard it from him yesterday too, but she was too tired to pay attention. Now she wanted to know more about it.

"Little one," he said in a doting tone.

"Why?" she asked.

"It's my nickname for you because you are so young and fragile, so you are my little one," he said as he cupped her face.

"Hmm... I like it," she said as she smiled. Tristan was mesmerized by her smile.

They stared at each other intensely for a while, their hearts beating very fast in their chest in anticipation.

The temperature started heating up as the desire in Tristan's eyes started getting stronger.

Ava felt like she was in a slow-motion picture. She could see the intent in Tristan's eyes, and all she could do was wait for the moment when his lips touched hers.

Her lips were softer than he thought it would be and sweeter too. When he remembered her lips had never kissed anybody else, but his, heat surged through his body. He can't wait to be on this journey of discovery with her, how to kiss each other, how to touch each other, and how to love each other.

He kissed her slowly and softly at first, but he could not help himself, he wanted more. He pulled her body closer to his, angling his head so he could get better access, softly sucking on her lower lip.

His kiss had drowned out everything around her, all she could feel was his soft and gentle lips, kissing, sucking, and making her feel all kinds of new sensations that she's never felt before. When he used his tongue to part her lips, she all but sighed into his mouth. She could not get enough of him either.

Their tongues dueled and sought each other while his hands started roaming down her back while hers tangled in his hair to bring their mouths closer. She started to moan when Tristan ran his hand down her back and cupped her ass. Bringing her closer to his burgeoning desire.

"Mmmm…," she moaned as he pressed onto her when he pushed her onto the bed. Her moans made him kiss her more aggressively, not even stopping for air.

He laid his head beside her neck when it was time to come up for air. They could feel their hearts thudding in their chest.

When he inhaled, he smelled her shampoo and the sweet scent that was just Ava. He started kissing her neck, "Mine," he said as she ran her fingers through his hair. She started moaning again when he started licking her, "Only mine," he declared possessively.

When Tristan lifted his head to look at her, he noticed her swollen lips and her eyes that were clouded with desire. He wanted more of her, but he didn't think rushing her right now would be good for both of them. He won't do anything to make her change her mind now that she said yes to him, and as a bonus she let him kiss her very passionately. Something he had only imagined until today.

"Let's have breakfast," he said as he stood up, bringing her with him. He had to divert his thoughts otherwise he was going to ravish her right here and now.

He kissed her one more time before he let her go.

"Tristan, what about my clothes?" she asked. She needed new ones if she wanted to go home today.

"Don't worry, I will ask someone to get you new ones to wear before you go home," he said.

He had a plan to get her a few pairs because he knew that she would be at his house more frequently, "Let me make a phone call," he said as he left the room.

His bedroom was very simply decorated, she observed as she snooped around while he was gone. There were no frills or whistles. White walls everywhere except for the one gray accent wall and most of the colors revolved around, black, gray, and white.

The carpet looked like it was the same carpet her parents had in their room, the design looked familiar, if it was the same carpet, it would have been imported from England.

His room had a balcony that had a nice view of the gardens, but the doors were closed. It would be nice to have breakfast out there, she thought.

As she explored some more and she saw a huge walk-in closet and an adjoining bathroom that had a Jacuzzi tub that could definitely fit two people. A separate shower stall that had the modern controls, shelves hugging one area, and there was a big vanity that had two sinks, his and hers, she thought.

He had a few toiletries, the standard lotion, toothpaste, shaving gel, and shaving cologne. They were brands she was not familiar with, so she thought they might have been imported.

She decided a shower was in order, running around in the forest the other day made her sweaty and sticky. She used Tristan's shower gel, now they would both smell fresh and light.